My rescheduled flight was borked, too, so it looks like staycation time for me. I mean, there are worse places to be. I’m a little bummed. But a friend picked me up at the airport and stopped for lunch at a place that serves huge margaritas, so I’m feeling a bit better now.

But a friend picked me up at the airport and stopped for lunch at a place that serves huge margaritas, so I’m feeling a bit better now.

That's a good friend and a good pivot.

This is the start of a new work week for me. Like last week it is starting out as a shit show. I was late. Not my fault there was some event with cycling that meant a very long delay along my usual route.

I would love to tell you what event but I can't find anything. I think it might have been a. Triathlon but I'm not sure. I googled various versions of cycling event near me and looked on various events calendar but nothing definitive was found.

There should have been signs only the road letting people know of extremely long delays on the highway. For half the time of the delay I thought it was a horrible accident.

And then just more work fuckery. The entire overnight crew is made up of Tinos (except one guy). We had to pull half gallons of milk because they were mislabeled and tbis was communicated to the overnight team lead AND they put it out! I had to pull all of them again.

BUT once again M is going to not only have dinner waiting for me but a bath for after dinner relaxing. Because he is made of awesome.

I'm sorry you have to do a staycation. But yay margarita

BUT once again M is going to not only have dinner waiting for me but a bath for after dinner relaxing. Because he is made of awesome.

Gold star for M! No stars for the rest of your day. Ugh.

Solid work, M!!

Popping in to vent a little if you’ll indulge me. I’m out seeing Common. Common! For free! And I’m with some of my closest friends, who I love dearly. But we are also on day 2 of going out and they are all the type to get grumpy and bitchy when things aren’t exactly according to plan and I don’t know if I have enough wine to deal with this bullshit. It’s a beautiful Saturday night. Shake it the fuck off. Yes we were late. Yes we had to wait in a line. Where the fuck else do you have to be right now?

Anyhoo. J-HUD is about to come out (unannounced - nobody knows but my sis is staff) and this crowd is going to lose their absolute shit and I cannot wait.

and they are all the type to get grumpy and bitchy when things aren’t exactly according to plan

Ugh, I'm glad my life is filled with Roll With It And Adapt types.

Tell your Diva Posses to write a letter to the manager.

They settled and we had a blast but god is it tiresome.

Popping in to vent a little if you’ll indulge me. I’m out seeing Common. Common! For free! And I’m with some of my closest friends, who I love dearly. But we are also on day 2 of going out and they are all the type to get grumpy and bitchy when things aren’t exactly according to plan and I don’t know if I have enough wine to deal with this bullshit. It’s a beautiful Saturday night. Shake it the fuck off.

First, awesome to have a blast on a Saturday night! But I do so understand the exhaustion of dealing with complainers. It seems to be an epidemic. As a lifelong "Roll With It And Apapt" type it is tough to roll with. Two of the local area FB groups that I follow for events and deals seem to be 90% complain about your neighbors posts. My sister nonstop complains about her DIL. I sincerely make an effort to keep negativity out of my life, but complete avoidance isn't an option.

I know I have mentioned it before, but a dear friend by habit always complained about everything when we went out. Service/Food/Patrons. I adopted a habit of telling her in advance that going out to dinner was supposed to be relaxing and that everything was going to be perfect, no matter what! She adapted and learned to let it go, at least around me.

BUT once again M is going to not only have dinner wai+ting for me but a bath for after dinner relaxing. Because he is made of awesome.

Ahh, I am relaxed just reading this. Good job, M.

Oh! Let me complain about something! Grammarly wants to underline way too much of my casual posts. Let it go, Grammarly. Go with the flow. (Okay, I appreciate the help on more formal stuff like work. Even though the emails I get from doctors and managers are cringe-worthy.)

Back north and into the morning gym routine. Whee! Okay, more coffee first.